Jul 31, 2011

Book 1 in the Occult Crimes Unit Investigation series

His name is Stan Markowski and he carries a badge. His is part of the Occult Crime Unit, Police in Scranton, PA. It’s like no Pennsylvania you’ve every seen or heard of. That’s right, take everything you think you know about Pennsylvania and throw it out with the window. This is not your grandma’s Scranton, it is certifiably Spooksville. You’ll find it all here, if it’s supernatural free for all you’re in need of, you’ve come to the right place.

Stan Markowski is a Detective Sergeant on the Scranton PD's Supernatural Crimes Investigation Unit his job is to keep the “supes” in line and make sure they follow the laws. When things go wrong he’s the one they call.

I gave this book a 4

Série Noire! Anomalous! Paranormal Crime Buster! Welcome to Scranton, your tour guide will be Det. Stan Markowski, you will be led through the dark, shadowy world of Scranton crime. Stan Markowski will speak to you, he will draw you into his world, a world that is extrinsic and fascinating. Hard Spell by Justin Gustainis makes you believe in an alternate world of weirdoes. HS is full of facetiousness with specks of pop culture. Justin’s hold on detail and his ability to draw in the reader is what makes this book a keeper. Gustainis has brought us a new urban fantasy with a noiresque crime world. Hard Spell was a deviation from my usual fare of urban fantasy, but I’m so glad I chose to to take a bite. I really look forward to book 2.

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Kat O’Connor is no pushover. She’s a no nonsense girl with a commonsense approach to life. But there’s nothing common about what’s happening to her lately…
First she was forced to have a kinky mind ménage with two of the hottest and most irritating men in the galaxy—Twin Kindred warriors, Deep and Lock—in order to locate her kidnapped friend. Then she couldn’t get their feelings out of her head. And now she’s on her way to their home planet, Twin Moons, to find a cure for the debilitating illness their unorthodox joining caused, when all she really wants to do is go home.

Locks Tight, the light twin of the two, is already in love with Kat. Her curvy plus-sized body is the epitome of beauty on his home planet and her sharp mind makes her doubly attractive. But though he fell for her the moment he saw her, Twin Kindred are unable to mate a woman alone. Lock knows nothing can happen between them without his brother…

Stabs Deep. The dark twin has a secret agony in his past—a tragedy he feels he and he alone is to blame for. He too, hungers for Kat, but he hides his fear of rejection behind an impenetrable wall of angry sarcasm. For if he lets anyone get too close, the unbearable pain he has already endured once may happen again.

Now Kat and her twin warriors are on a quest—but they’re all looking for different things. Kat wants to find a way to dissolve the half-formed bond between them so she can be alone in her own head again. Lock wants to convince both her and his brother to complete the bond which will keep them together forever. And Deep is trying to protect his heart and love Kat from afar…though it grows more and more difficult to deny the hunger he feels for her growing inside him.

Their travels will take them from the uncharted wilds of Twin Moons to the Deadworld of the Scourge home planet. Will Kat find a cure for having other people’s emotions crowding her mind? Will Lock convince his brother and the woman they both love that they’re all meant to be together forever? And will Deep ever unshield his heart long enough to let Kat in?

I gave this book a 3.5

Rapture! Yearning! Passion! Sought by Evangeline Anderson will take you on a celestial journey! If you’ve had the pleasure of reading Evangeline’s Brides of the Kindred series, you will finally have the answers you have sought! Sought brings us Kat’s story we began in Hunted. Sought is an action packed treat of galactic proportions, filled with love, danger, and passion! Evangeline Anderson has created a world that any erotic connoisseur will love! Congratulations Evangeline, to another wonderful book!

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Jul 30, 2011

Book 1 in the London’s Greatest Lovers Series

Known throughout for his prowess in the bedroom, Morgan Lyons, the eighth Earl of Westcliffe, cannot forgive an unpardonable affront to his honor. Discovering his young bride in the arms of his brother was a staggering blow—so he banished the beautiful deceiver to the country and devoted himself to the pursuit of carnal pleasure.

Claire Lyons was an innocent, frightened girl on her wedding day, seeking chaste comfort from a childhood friend. Now, years later, she has blossomed magnificently and has returned to London with one goal in mind: the seduction of her notorious husband. Unskilled in the sensual arts, she burns nonetheless for the kisses too long denied her. And she has but one Season to win back the heart of the rogue she betrayed.

They are masters of seduction, London's greatest lovers. Living for pleasure, they will give their hearts to no one . . . until love takes them by surprise.

(Product description taken form Amazon)

I gave this book a 4

Titillating! Steamy! Sultry! Passions of a Wicked Earl by Lorraine Heath will have you asking where you can find your own wicked earl! Lorraine Heath has the ability to transport you to days gone by and yearning to go back. Morgan is a dark, lost character that you just can’t help but fall in love with. He has everything in the right place and then some. Claire made the story work, she stood her ground and fought for what she wanted. I really enjoyed this book and plan on reading the next book in the series.

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Jul 27, 2011

Forced to flee Napoleon’s rampaging army on the continent, orphaned Alana Farmer and her eccentric guardian make a new home for themselves in London. There, Alana enjoys every privilege a daughter of the nobility could hope for, plus an education fit for a queen. Now, on the eve of her debut into London Society, she learns the shocking secret of her birthright. Can it be true? Is she really the lost princess of the European kingdom of Lubinia? Persuaded by her guardian to return to their homeland to quell a bloody revolt, Alana finds herself in an isolated, mountainous country whose customs strike her as medieval!With controversy and intrigue brewing around the beautiful newcomer, Christoph Becker, the captain of the palace guards, arrests Alana on suspicion that she is either a wily imposter or a seductive spy working for the shadowy figures determined to depose the king. No stranger himself to seduction, Christoph uses every means at his disposal to draw the truth from his alluring prisoner, even if he must lay his own life on the line to protect her from harm. Now, as a fiery passion flares between Alana and the man who has wrongly imprisoned her, the fate of a nation rests in their hands and on their hearts.

(Product Description taken form Amazon.com)

I gave this book a 3

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It’s always so difficult when you have to give a wonderful author a poor book rating. I’m a die hard fan of Johanna Lindsey, you can find her books all over my house in various forms, but I was so disappointed with this book. It was well written, but there was just something missing for me. I wanted more, Christoph, the main character, left me wanting! I wanted him to be more of the alphas Lindsey has given to us in the past. I enjoyed Alana more than anything. I was disappointed that she wasn’t given a chance to show off her fighting skills she spent her young life acquiring. I wanted to see her kick ass with a saber in hand! Johanna has set a certain standard for me and it’s difficult when those standards didn’t apply to new books. It makes me wonder if I may be at fault, have I become so jaded that I need more angst in my books to enjoy them? Was it just to clean? I think I may begin to reread past favorites to find what it was that I was missing in this book. I look forward to reading the next book in the Mallory series, I just hope it’s not more of the same. If you have never read a book by Johanna Lindsey, I highly recommend earlier works that are still to this day stories I wish to reread when the mood calls for it.

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Jul 26, 2011

Mind-blowing! Fantastic! Scrumptious!

The Moonlight series is on fire!!!

Nancy Gideon’s Captured by Moonlight delivers it all!

Max Savoie has taken over former mob boss, Jimmy Legere’s empire in New Orleans. His plans are to eventually make all the corporation’s dealings legal. Many fear him, but those who know him respect and care for him. There are those that want the empire Max has inherited. He has become a savior for many, yet there is only one person that can save him, Charlotte Caissie.

Charlotte Caissie is a New Orleans detective. She only feels safe and complete in the arms of Max Savoie. Even though everyone frowns upon the relationship, Charlotte will stand by Max’s side, come hell or high water. He is what her heart desires.

One of Max’s own has been killed and has begun a chain of events that will unveil the answers he needs, to protect the ones he loves. He has become tense, agitated, and aggressive. He can’t explain the feelings and thoughts he’s having, but they seem to be intensified by Charlotte.

Charlotte is afraid of losing Max. There is only one way she can keep him, and no one has ever attempted it. Everyone tells her it will be impossible, she could die. She yearns to belong to Max, permanently and forever. Will she be strong enough to do what has to be done? Does Max still want her and only her?

Max believed he no longer had a family, especially with the death of his father. Now, he’s come to face to face with a small boy that will change everything.

When little Ozzy is abducted by the deadly men Max is trying to find, he will have answers he has been searching for. He must save Ozzy, and as always Charlotte has is back. He will give his life to save Ozzy, yet he hadn’t counted on Charlotte doing the same.

Captured by Moonlight is the third book in the Moonlight series.I found this book to be heavenly. The sex was hot, hot! Max is the alpha male we all dream of. Nancy Gideon has left me yearning for the next book in the series.

Do I hear wedding bells? Will there be a baby? Don’t ask me, I’m as clueless as the rest of you guys, and dying to find out!!!

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Jul 25, 2011

~ Captured by Moonlight ~﻿

by Nancy Gideon

Book 3 in the Moonlight Series

It rose like a fever all day, burning through his veins, searing his thoughts, feeding the headache that had throbbed relentlessly, dry kindling to the flame. Strange sensations. Hot, surging, swamping his control with sudden harsh urges. Violent. Sexual. Frightening and exciting. Concentration was gone, burnt in the firestorm of compulsive desires.

He struggled with it, alarmed and repulsed by the visceral rips and ebbs of mood that spiked when he’d found Cee Cee and LaRoche together. He had almost convinced himself he had it conquered. While holding Charlotte in his arms as she wept, it receded, forced into abeyance by the sheer magnitude of his feelings for her. But then the music had started and something in the beat, something woven almost subliminally beneath the tempo moved to the same compelling pulse in his temples. Then it was in his blood, that hard, urgent hammering, so hot he could barely breathe as he moved amongst those who seemed to understand better than he did why he was not himself.

The women. His awareness of them rose in a subtle, dizzying waves until he was drowning. Scent and heat fed the voracious hunger, building a blinding rage of need. The greedy, desperate drive had nothing to do with his mind, nothing to do with his will or his wishes. The animal inside him distilled down to a raw, basic compulsion to mate. Not just with the woman he’d chosen in his heart and soul. But with every nameless, faceless signature of female that crossed his primitive radar. He wanted them all. And he wanted them now.

And why not?

He was the King of Beasts. Their Shifter king. Who would stop him?

Who, indeed. And with a very tasty right hook.

Max got to his feet slowly, off balance. With his first step, he stumbled, tripping over Cee Cee’s discarded shoes. He gave one an ill-tempered kick before he could stop himself, and knew a sullen satisfaction as it flew into one of the fountains. He picked up the other one, turning the patent leather with its lethal spiked heel in his hand, slipping his fingers down into the wickedly pointed toes where her warmth was still held in the insole. Her scent clung to him, heavy and exotic, and the beast within him growled back to life with a new focus. A small bit of reason in the back of his brain hoped frantically that she had hopped into her muscle car and roared back into the city, where she would be safe from him.

But the minute he emerged from the darkness, he saw he was wrong.

She was up on the porch, standing tall and fiercely proud with her bruised arms akimbo and bare legs set in a combative stance. Her dark eyes flashed to his, conveying an unspoken dare across the distance of the yard. Just try and make it up to me, Savoie. Coward.

That pitch-black glare, so steady, so penetrating in its blame, held him at bay, kept him circling like something wild and wary. She stood on his porch, with her greatest enemy’s people at her back in silent support of her right to be there, her right to take him to task. His pride and his own clan’s scrutiny kept him from going to her. That and the warring shame and umbrage chafing his already raw restraint.

He prowled through the revelers, darkly dangerous. And while he nuzzled a willing neck or ran his hands along a pliant form, his gaze never left her.

Charlotte.

The scent of her, the feel of her, the taste of her swirled about his sharpened senses, consuming him with hot madness. The others who would cling and coo at him were nothing. Cool, bland moons compared to the volatile gravitation of her sun. And he couldn’t resist the pull.

Charlotte.

Wanting her shivered icy cold over the burning pump of his blood until she filled every hard, reckless beat.

Agitation quickened his light steps and had him tacking back and forth like a graceful sloop pushing against a determined gale force blow. Closing in on her with calculated purpose, he finally strode toward the porch with stalking intensity.

A big hand closed on his arm, jerking him from that self-destructive path. He rounded on Jacques LaRoche with a cold snarl. “You’re in my way.”

“You planning on making rough with your lady and putting more of them bruises on her?”

Max reared back, eyes glittering, unable to believe he was being challenged. “She’s mine to do with as I want.”

“She’s not one of us, Max. You’ll hurt her. You might even kill her. Is that what you want to do?”

He paced, a wild thing in a small cage, his movements tightly controlled as his breath shook from him in harsh bursts. He slowly lifted his gaze to the porch and that hot twist of desire fisted in his groin, the pain unbearable.

“Get out of my way, Jacques.”

“Max, think. Think of Charlotte. She’s going to fight you, and you’re going to hurt her. You won’t mean to, but you won’t be able to stop yourself.”

“See? Our friends are anxious to earn a little fast cash off our sweat and blood. What do you say, Max? Ready to let me knock some of the arrogance out of you? I can get in a few good licks before you pulverize me.”

Max straightened slowly. “Name the stakes.”

“Me.”

They both turned toward the strong voice, where Charlotte glared down from the porch, taking a savage satisfaction in the abrupt slackening of Max’s expression.

“I’ll go home with the winner. Whichever one of you can still walk, come get me.”

And with that monumental claim of indifference, she turned her back on them and went inside.

Then the impact of Max’s fist exploded his consciousness into a halo of bright lights. He shook it off to see the younger man fling out of his coat as he said, “Consider me highly motivated.”

The sound of his footsteps sped up her heartbeat. Max’s steps were usually light, barely making a noise. These footfalls were heavy, almost reluctant, and for one awful moment, she thought it might be Jacques LaRoche coming to claim her.

Then what would she do?

Go with him, of course. What choice had Max left her? Had her own fierce pride left her? Not that she planned to do anything with him, and if he thought different, she’d prove him wrong in a quick minute. But she’d go. That, or let Max put his foot down firmly on the back of her neck for the rest of their relationship.

Would that be so bad?

That seditious whisper shocked her.

To have him, would that be so bad to just give up all the struggling, all the battling, all the barriers. To admit that she wanted him, under any circumstances?

Yes, it would be bad for both of them. No matter how difficult, that tentative balance they’d struck had to be maintained. Which was why, when she saw him fill the door frame, no delighted relief showed in her steady stare.

“Disappointed?” he drawled in a chilly voice.

“In several things lately.”

He looked so temptingly hot with his black hair mussed, his face flushed with temper and exertion, his eyes dazzling jewel-like. Though he showed no physical effects of his tussle with LaRoche, his expensive clothes were ripped, grass- and blood- stained and beyond the resuscitation of even the best dry cleaner. He was breathing light and fast through clenched teeth. The effort of restraint pounded off him like heat from a summer pavement. He was furious. And he was also afraid. She could see that as well, flickering behind his posturing rage.

“Sorry you didn’t get the chance to prove your point?” His words were like jagged glass.

“And that point would be?”

“That you would toss me away on a whim of chance.”

She’d never believed LaRoche could beat him, but her sense of injury wouldn’t allow her to mention that. “It wouldn’t have been personal, Max. No big deal, right? It wouldn’t have meant anything. Just brush it off. Isn’t that what you were expecting me to do?”

He began to prowl the confines of his room, careful to keep away from her. His hands worked in frustrated fists at his side.

She held her ground, watching him, wanting him, unwilling to make the first move.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Really? And watching you fall into a fornicating free-for-all with those bitches in heat wouldn’t be hurting me? Knowing you were putting your hands on someone else, putting yourself into someone else wasn’t going to hurt me how? Thanks for being so considerate of my feelings.”

He wheeled about abruptly, circling up against her, bumping her with his hard lean form, his cheek against her hair, his hands trembling over the bruises he’d left on her arms. “It wasn’t your feelings I was afraid of hurting.” His words ground up from all the sharp-edged terror weighing cold and heavy in his gut. “I would walk away from you forever before I’d have you look at me like–“ He went still.

“Max? Like what?”

She put her hand over his and he leapt away as if scalded. “Don’t,” he growled. “Not now. Not when I’m like this.”

“Like what, Max?” she pressed.

He brushed by her, reeling slightly as he stepped out onto the balcony. Below, the mood had shifted back to party mode. The music rose, full of energy and spice while unidentifiable shapes danced beneath the moon. Max watched them for a moment, bombarded by the mingling of scent and sound that itched over his nerves.

“Like what, baby? Talk to me, Max.”

She moved up beside him in the heavy shadows and he sidled away with a gruff, “Don’t touch me.”

“I won’t. Just talk to me.”

For a moment there was just the rasp of his breathing, a harsh counterpoint to the good-time tune rising up from the lawn. Then it came pouring out of him, pumping in an arterial gush, unstoppable.

“I came back for you and Mary Kate.”

The instant she took his reference, a cold familiar terror churned up her insides. Immediately, she was back in the awful warehouse, surrounded by unimaginable horror. Unimaginable to a girl of seventeen, not to the woman she was now, who had seen too many horrible things to be surprised by the ugliness humans could summon up from the darkness inside. Though she wanted to tell him to stop, she whispered, “Go on.”

“After I’d killed them, those men, those animals, I bent down to see if you were still . . . if you were all right. They’d left you on the floor, tossed away like something used up and broken. I thought . . . I was afraid I was too late. When I touched you, you opened your eyes, those fierce, brave eyes, and they were empty. There was no soul in them. I thought they’d crushed that spirit that so amazed me.”

“But they didn’t, Max. Because you came back. Because you came back and saved us both.”

“I came back and saved myself.” He shuddering as the memory of what he’d seen that night overwhelmed him. That night when he defied everything he understood, everything he believed, because of what he’d seen in the rebellious glare of an unknown girl’s eyes. Strength. Courage. Freedom.

“I’ve done terrible things, Charlotte. Things I will never, ever share with you. Nothing I did made any impression on me. There was nothing inside me that could feel for those I killed. And then you touched my face, the face of the beast, and you looked at me as if you saw something beautiful. I was never the same after that.”

He turned to her, eyes glittering in the darkness. “I put that empty look of fear into the eyes of every man I killed, that helplessness and terror, because I was like them, those men who raped and tortured you and Mary Kate. Jimmy never told me I could be more than that. He never told me that there was more to me than the monster. I’d forgotten what it was like to feel . . . until you, Charlotte.”

A creationist! I am an avid reader and book enthusiast who is a strong supporter of authors I believe in.That same passion is taken outside of the blogosphere to share with special groups, libraries, and just about anywhere books are mentioned. I'm also a publishing marketing junkie and an active media consultant, specializing in book promotion, advertising, and other online projects.An information curator that loves to share. Follow me on Twitter!

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Jul 20, 2011

The Moonlight series is an incredible paranormal series with New Orleans as its backdrop.

The characters are bold and unforgetable in these paranormal books.

~ Masked by Moonlight ~

Gideon kicks off a paranormal romance series with intriguing characters and zippy action. Det. Charlotte Caissie has spent years working homicides for the New Orleans PD. She links a savagely mutilated murder victim to crime boss Jimmy Legere, and suspects Legere's enforcer, Max Savoie, might know more than he's telling about the attack. Max has lusted after Charlotte for years, and after Max saves her from would-be rapists and reveals he's the hero who once rescued her from kidnappers, Charlotte starts to share his feelings. Despite Max's monstrous shape-shifting abilities and probable involvement in her case, they soon surrender to mutual attraction. Charlotte walks a razor-fine line with her professional ethics and romantic life, but Gideon deftly avoids writing herself into corners and masters the tension required to keep her complex and engaging story moving.--Publishers Weekly

~ Chased by Moonlight ~

SHE’S SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY.

Mixing business with pleasure gets more complicated for Detective Charlotte Caissie when her sexy preternatural lover, Max Savoie, is accused of a high-profile murder. To prove him innocent she must distance herself, but her tangled emotions don’t make it easy for her to stay away from him. And neither does Max.

HE’S DESPERATE TO UNCOVER HIS PAST.

Left in charge of a criminal empire and protector of a clan of shadowy shape-shifters, Max walks a precarious line. Can he believe the cunning stranger who claims he can teach Max the things he needs to know to stay alive? A con man who would betray anyone to make a profit, who may be a ruthless killer?

TOGETHER, THEY’RE TEMPTING FATE.

The harder Cee Cee fights to clear Max’s name, the more he pushes her away. He’s protecting a dark truth that could blow the top off her investigation. And that means hiding his motives and lying to a woman who values truth above all. The woman who can save him . . . if he’ll let her.

(Product Description)

~ Captured by Moonlight ~

IN THIS DARK THRILLER FROM NANCY GIDEON’S SULTRY NEW SERIES, SEXY NEW ORLEANS COP CHARLOTTE CAISSIE GOES HEAD-TO-HEAD WITH THE LAST NEMESIS SHE EVER EXPECTED: HER SUPERNATURAL BOYFRIEND.THEIR LOVE IS JUST BEGINNING.

Detective Charlotte Caissie is growing used to the secrets that come with loving the mysterious leader of a shape-shifter clan. But that doesn’t mean she has to like it. She’s avoided complications of the heart all her life, but when it comes to irresistible Max Savoie, she’ll force the truth out of him if she has to.HIS TIME IS ALMOST UP.Hunted by the deadly trackers his nefarious father warned him about, Max is transforming into a preternatural force he can’t explain and Cee Cee will never understand. He’s tempting the dangerous limits of their love, but it’s her curiosity that could get them both killed. WILL THEY EVER REALLY BE TOGETHER?

When Max discovers the enemy’s true target is someone far more vulnerable than he, he must do the unthinkable to save his own flesh and blood. But he can’t fight this battle alone, and Cee Cee faces the ultimate test of loyalty: the man she’d sacrifice everything for . . . or the laws she swore her life to protect.

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Jul 19, 2011

Nancy Gideon has done it again, with her second book in the Moonlight Series—Chased by Moonlight.

They’re back! The mouth-watering Max and the lovely Charlotte have returned, their relationship is growing, and their connection is undeniable.

Max Savoie has gone from being a mob boss’s bodyguard to now becoming the top dog of the New Orleans mob scene. He will give it all away if that’s what it takes to keep Charlotte in his life.

Charlotte Caissie is a sassy experienced New Orleans detective who has had to walk a fine line when it comes to her relationship with Max. She will stop at nothing to keep Max safe and out of harms way.

New alliances have been made, and Max is by far the strongest of them all. Max has always longed to be part of a family and be wanted, finally he has everything he needs with Charlotte. There’s someone new in town, and he is about to tell Max everything he knows about the shifters and the past. Can Max trust him? Will he be able to keep Charlotte safe? Max and Charlotte will stand together to protect each other and to find the truth. Many questions will be answered in Chased by Moonlight.

This is the second book in her paranormal romance set in the New Orleans. It is a great, new, exciting series!

Nancy’s characters leave you wanting more and more. The first book in the series is Masked by Moonlight by Nancy Gideon. If you would like to read more link to Nancy’s page or to my review.

Favorite Quote (Charlotte): “You’re mine, Savoie. Every piece of you is mine. Every breath you take is mine. And I want you madly.”

I give this book a 4/5

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* In honor of the release of Bound by Moonlight I am posting my previous reviews from books 1-3
this month. The Moonlight series by Nancy Gideon is a must read!

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Jul 17, 2011

“Yes. Would I stand off a room full of angry were-creatures to protect you?

Without blinking an eye. Does that frighten you, Savoie? To know you mean that much to me?”

“Yes.”

He pulled her up to meet the hard, hungry slant of his mouth. She straddled his lap, holding his face between her palms so she could return the urgency, the longing, the desperate need that always flickered like a pilot light just waiting to take flame. And just as that pyre of want was about to consume her, he fisted his hand in her hair to pull her back slightly so he could study her passion-flushed features, and she could delve into the glittery heat of this stare.

“Would you break your precious laws for me?” he asked with a sudden fierce intensity. “Would you look the other way while I broke them?”

Her mood cooled slightly, as did her tone. “I’ve bent them plenty already.”

“The truth, Charlotte.”

“Yes,” she growled out. “It would destroy everything I built my life on. It would strip me of every ounce of dignity and self-respect. But I would do it, without hesitation, without regret, if you asked me to. That’s how much you mean to me. And if you care for me even half that much, you would never ask.”

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Blaine Underhill has finally escaped a century of torture at the hands of an evil witch. While trying to escape, one of Blaine’s fellow warriors doesn’t make it out. He has now learned that the warrior is alive and he will stop at nothing to rescue him, even if it means going back. The only way to kill his enemy is to find the deadliest of creatures.

Trinity Harpswell is no other than the Black Widow, the deadliest woman on earth. After a lifetime of killing the men she loves, she will be free of the curse if she can keep herself from killing in the next 7 days.

All of Trinity’s plans change when events beyond her control come in to play. It seems that everyone wants Trinity to kill someone and she will have to walk a dangerous path to save her father, and break the curse. Trinity never expected a warrior like Blaine to come into her life, but they will have to work together to save those they love.

Trinity will have to make an important decision, she will have to decide whether to kiss or kill Blaine.

I gave this book a 3.5

Mirthful! Jocular! Gelastic! Kiss at Your Own Risk by Stephanie Rowe is a bag of paranormal laughs! Who knew death could be so funny! It was a refreshing read, the characters are vivid and in your face. As I began to read the story I found myself rereading the first pages because I was perplexed by the sights my mind was conjuring! I’ve never had the pleasure of reading about sexy warriors held prisoner in the “Den of Womanly Pursuits”. I can’t wait to see where the series will go with Rowe’s unique touch of romance and humor.

A creationist! I am an avid reader and book enthusiast who is a strong supporter of authors I believe in.That same passion is taken outside of the blogosphere to share with special groups, libraries, and just about anywhere books are mentioned. I'm also a publishing marketing junkie and an active media consultant, specializing in book promotion, advertising, and other online projects.An information curator that loves to share. Follow me on Twitter!

Jul 16, 2011

Book 1 in the Hoodoo Series

Kallie Rivière is a hoodoo apprentice who has decided to partake of the annual Hecatean Alliance carnival in New Orleans. Little does she know that the morning after will bring such deadly results. Someone has killed Kallie’s carnival hookup and used one of the most evil jujus, a juju that eats souls.

Kallie must now find answers to the deadly hex. She must clear herself of all wrong doing using all the hoodoo she has been taught to protect herself and those she loves. A killer must be found before more of those Kallie loves die.

The answers Kallie uncovers carry her back home to the bayou to face the killer and uncover truths.

I gave this book a 4

Entrancing! Conjuring! New Series Love! Black Dust Mambo by Adrian Phoenix needs it’s own choir because it’s voodoo gospel! I love the voodoo you do, Adrian! Black Dust Mambo was an amazing read. I was completely under Adrian Phoenix’s voodooism. The curtains were parted and a glimpse of an esoteric world that is unique to New Orleans was revealed. Kallie is the secret ingredient that is found in this Cajun hoodoo delight. Every sense was captivated by this singular brilliant book. I am currently on the hunt for book 2 in the Hoodoo Series, Black Heart Loa. I can wait to delve deeper into this eclectic series!

A creationist! I am an avid reader and book enthusiast who is a strong supporter of authors I believe in.That same passion is taken outside of the blogosphere to share with special groups, libraries, and just about anywhere books are mentioned. I'm also a publishing marketing junkie and an active media consultant, specializing in book promotion, advertising, and other online projects.An information curator that loves to share. Follow me on Twitter!

A creationist! I am an avid reader and book enthusiast who is a strong supporter of authors I believe in.That same passion is taken outside of the blogosphere to share with special groups, libraries, and just about anywhere books are mentioned. I'm also a publishing marketing junkie and an active media consultant, specializing in book promotion, advertising, and other online projects.An information curator that loves to share. Follow me on Twitter!

Jul 13, 2011

Google +1 Explodes!!!

As of yesterday Google Plus was on the verge of going on 10 million users. Check out this wonderful article by Stan Schroeder that was posted yesterday by Book That Thing on G+ . I'm one of those 10 million, and let me tell you, I'm hooked! The jury is still out on how I plan on using it, but so far I've fallen hard.

I'm a fickle social bug, I've got Tumblr, FB, Twitter, TweetDeck, and Blogger, and am constantly fluttering from one to the other, posting and tinkering with each. I've got my FB to interact with my blog, Twitter, and Tumblr pages, but still feel a sense of disconnect if I don't check on each at least once a day. Blogger is where I pour out my reading journeys and of course document them. My beloved Tumblr is my haven for my artistic soul. FB is my magical gazing bowl that gives me glimpses of everyone's lives and work. TweetDeck is where I catch up on new books, giveaways, reviews, and chats, although I can see what's happening on FB and on Blogger, for some reason I love the fact that I can interact on the turn of a dime on TweetDeck. It's compartmentalized and busy, but you can see tons of info on one page. Although I have TweetDeck, I still find myself visiting her mother site, Twitter, to find certain info.
Now, comes along this new social haunt called Google Plus, and I'm really having fun making circles, searching for people, reading post, and of course inviting friends. Yesterday, while reading post on Google + a lot of us social bugs were saying that with so many social outlets we were still undecided on whether, as one friend put it, to "invest" time into another social site. I completely agreed, it is time consuming and would have to do cartwheels around the rest for me to leave the others.
Sandbox fights are just beginning with the networks. Google and Twitter broke up so now I have to do twitter searches using another search engine. FB and Skype have locked lips to bring us the face to face aspect we all like, but have to get perty for. They were forced to deal with what Google Plus has in store for us. MySpace gets Justin Timberlake to sweeten the pot, and hopefully save a failing network. Just about everyone wants a piece of Twitter, it is what it is and it works, so why not bring it aboard. Google is also about to throw Photovine at us and what is to become of Flickr and its sidekicks? By the time the new year rolls around, the faces of social networks are going to be completely different.
So I've decided to hang around and gather friends, post things from my blogs, repost tech and book news, and let others view my pics. Google is going to change things and well I'm along for the ride. I'll let you know how I feel about it come the new year. Best of luck to you all!

A creationist! I am an avid reader and book enthusiast who is a strong supporter of authors I believe in.That same passion is taken outside of the blogosphere to share with special groups, libraries, and just about anywhere books are mentioned. I'm also a publishing marketing junkie and an active media consultant, specializing in book promotion, advertising, and other online projects.An information curator that loves to share. Follow me on Twitter!

Jul 12, 2011

What do you get when you put a silk tied, Armani wearing, mob bodyguard with a sexy, tough as nails, New Orleans detective together?

You get Nancy Gideon’s Masked by Moonlight.

Max Savoie is the bodyguard to one of New Orleans most notorious mob bosses. The horrific death of his mother tied Mac to Jimmy Legere, mobster extraordinaire, when he was a small lost child. Mac’s love and loyalty for Jimmy is unshakable. Until circumstances bring the lovely Det. Caisse into his world once again. Yet, Max has secrets he must keep hidden at all cost.

Charlotte Caissie is a sassy experienced New Orleans detective. She is tenacious and will stop at nothing for justice. She has personal grievances with Jimmy Legere. He will pay for all his evil deeds, nothing will stand in her way. Until she comes face to face with Max. She will protect Max from anyone that wants to harm him.

Max and Charlotte can’t fight the attraction they feel for each other. Their worlds are vastly different, but in each others arms they are complete. Secrets will be revealed and a deep burning love will be born. Can Max and Charlotte be overcome the challenges ahead?

I give this book 4

Steamy, sexy, and a warm and fuzzy read!!!

This is the first book in her paranormal romance set in the New Orleans. I was delighted to find a great new exciting series. Nancy’s characters come alive in this book.

A creationist! I am an avid reader and book enthusiast who is a strong supporter of authors I believe in.That same passion is taken outside of the blogosphere to share with special groups, libraries, and just about anywhere books are mentioned. I'm also a publishing marketing junkie and an active media consultant, specializing in book promotion, advertising, and other online projects.An information curator that loves to share. Follow me on Twitter!

Jul 11, 2011

There was no way to drop in unexpectedly on Jimmy Legere. The eight-foot walls surrounding his sprawling estate were studded with surveillance cameras that could summon a crew of armed men in an instant. But as they approached, the wrought-iron gates stood open, almost as if to welcome guests at four in the morning. As if they'd been expected.

She followed the long drive beneath a heavy lace of live oaks, through the formal gardens where statuary stood like cold, nude ghosts under the waning moonlight. In the daytime, the place had a faded elegance to it. At night, it gave her the creeps. She parked so their vehicle blocked the front steps and hesitated within its safety for a minute. There was enough of the old ways steeped in her heritage to get her nape bristling in uncomfortable wariness--a kind of walking-over-graves nervousness, making her wonder if

there were more ghosts roaming behind the pale stucco walls. The ghosts of those Legere had killed.

Shaking off the superstitious shivers, she got out of the car. The sound of the door slamming echoed back off the mist. She didn't bother giving the grand home an admiring glance; she'd been there before. With Babineau following, she marched up the marble steps, surprised that no one had arrived to intercept them. No one ever caught Jimmy napping, which was why he was still alive. The wide porch was darkly shadowed, smelling of verbena and musty wood. She strode across it toward the massive front door.

"Kinda early to be making house calls, isn't it, detective?"

The low voice came out of the blackness, so close that she felt warm breath against her cheek. It took Cee Cee a moment to swallow the heart that had catapulted into her throat. She'd nearly leapt out of her fancy new T-Bob Gautreaux-stained boots.

"But not too early for you to be up and around," she countered in a gruff tone to cover her start of alarm. She could sense rather than see him, standing right at her elbow, a forceful presence cloaked in stillness. No

wonder no alert had been spread at their arrival. Jimmy had his big dog out on the porch.

"That's a new perfume you're wearing. I like it. Your hair's different, too."

"All just for you, Max. Now step back or I'm going to have to pat you down."

"Would you?" A flash of white teeth. "I'd like that." But he did glide to a less invasive distance, to where his eyes gleamed from the shadows.

She took a breath, letting the jitters settle, then nodded back toward the road. "Expecting company?"

"I could tell it was you the minute you turned onto River Road."

Max Savoie had a way of saying strange, impossible things like that as if they were true.

"Gonna ask us in, or keep us out here in the rain like we were trying to sell you something you didn't need?"

His voice was deep and smooth with just a subtle ripple, like rich cognac in a warm glass. "Where are my manners? You know it's always a pleasure to see you, no matter what you're selling."

Because she was still simmering over Babineau's earlier comment, she asked, "You ever mistake me for a hooker, Max?"

Another glint of strong white teeth. "If I had, I'da been counting out twenties."

When he crossed between her and the front door, she got a clear look at Savoie. Dark, tall, and bold. Jimmy Legere's right hand. His silent enforcer. An always-frustrating enigma. No one knew anything about him other than the name he used, a name that led to nothing but dead ends in any of their databases. No birth certificate, no Social Security number, no driver's license, health insurance, tax records--nothing. His past was as inaccessible as the expression on his face when he turned toward her with the door held wide.

"Apres vous."

She and Babineau entered the dark, cavernous foyer, Savoie bringing up the rear. She heard him say soft and low to someone unseen, "Wake up, Jimmy. The police are here." Then he preceded them into one of the highceilinged parlors and turned up the lights, unmasking himself from the shadows with a dramatic flare.

Cee Cee didn't spend a lot of time admiring men for their looks, but something about Max Savoie's face arrested her each time she saw him.

He wasn't handsome, not even attractive in the traditional sense. He was rugged strength cut into sharp planes and rough angles. Confident without being cocky, powerful without aggression, he exuded complete

control over what he allowed the world to see, which was usually damned little.

The fact that he could seem so forceful behind such a calm, immobile front impressed her. Not much did. Max was a man who wasted no unnecessary words or movements, his unblinking stare taking in everything

without revealing anything through eyes the color of wet verdigris, beneath lids heavy with guarded disdain.

Or amusement. She often got the feeling that he was laughing at her on some private level, which irritated her. But the odd way he sensed things not apparent to others made her nervous. Sounds, smells, movements. He was alert to them like a mastiff on a short chain. And he missed nothing when it came to her--not the slightest nuance, every tiny alteration, in a way that she'd find alarmingly obsessive if he ever acted on it with more than slightly flirtatious words. Who the hell noticed a new perfume applied modestly to pulse points almost a full day ago? Wondering made those pulse points flutter.

"Coffee?" he asked as they moved toward the center of the big room.

"That would be nice." Babineau spoke up to assert his presence, aware of the way his partner and Legere's bodyguard were atuned to each other, and not liking it.

That cool stare held hers. "Too bad." Without glancing down, he asked, "Who's that on your shoes? Anyone I know?"

She held on to her surprise, drawling, "You tell me."

"DNA isn't exactly my specialty."

"What is, Max?"

The smile remained. He didn't answer.

He was probably a killer. He was probably one of the most dangerous and deadly men she knew, which was why Jimmy Legere kept him so close at hand.

"Is our unnamed friend the reason for your visit?"

This time she didn't answer. She was noting the way he was dressed: quite nicely for almost four in the morning, in a crisp white shirt and black pants. And his inevitable red Converse gym shoes. All fresh and spotless.

"Mind telling me what has you up so early?"

"Still up. Playing games of chance."

"Here in the house?"

"Upstairs."

"Witnesses?"

"I'd rather not give her name, unless you need to know it." A pause; then he leaned in close. "I'd rather it was you."

Her insides tightened up unexpectedly, and she was about to tell him off when the shock of his nearness hit home.

He'd intruded into the personal space she held as strictly off-limits,sometimes even with excessive physical force. She didn't like being crowded or handled and wasn't shy about letting that be known. Most didn't need to be told more than once. But for some reason, Savoie never seemed to get the message. Maybe because she let him get away with it.

He was the only man she allowed to move in on her without snapping to immediate back-the-fuck-off defensiveness. She didn't know why she'd never felt threatened by him, this big man who was most likely a ruthless murderer.

She could feel his heat without actual contact, and though it was unsettling, it didn't set off the expected alarm bells. Because it wasn't alarm that unsettled her. It was something else--something quiet, something deep, like a secret her soul knew but wouldn't share with her mind. What was it about him that tugged a blanket of calm over instinctive agitation?

He never touched her, not even a casual brush of his hand or unintentional bump of his body. Sometimes she perversely found herself wondering what it would be like, that contact he withheld so purposefully.

I'd rather it was you.

Though her heart slammed against her ribs, her reply was defensively cold. "That's not going to happen, Max."

He eased back, moving with startling grace for a man his size. "I can dream, can't I?"

She doubted that she was the stuff of his dreams, but her pulse didn't slow down until the arrival of Jimmy Legere. As the crime lord's wheelchair rolled into the room, Max retreated to become a silent, motionless sentinel at his back.

A creationist! I am an avid reader and book enthusiast who is a strong supporter of authors I believe in.That same passion is taken outside of the blogosphere to share with special groups, libraries, and just about anywhere books are mentioned. I'm also a publishing marketing junkie and an active media consultant, specializing in book promotion, advertising, and other online projects.An information curator that loves to share. Follow me on Twitter!